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when the quiet breaks
when the quiet breaks
i learned to love the silence
not because it felt like peace—
but because it never lied to me.
the noise left bruises,
every laugh a little jagged
every “i’m fine” cracked at the edges
and every promise wore someone else's face.
but silence? she didn’t pretend.
she just sat beside me while my hands trembled,
while my breath forgot how to stay.
people say healing is loud
but mine looked like folded laundry
and rooms i didn’t run from.
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